MMZ – Millions (English lyrics)

1st verse (Moha) :
Yeah, my life changed
They’re full of vice
All these whack rappers who pretend to be thugs
Well, they’re actresses
I keep it peace, I don’t sell anymore drugs
In your tchop (??), there’s my album, yeah
The heart full of scars
Now things have to go smoothly
Homie, without record label, yeah
To my music you’re addicted, I fell in order to get back up better
I get paid to sing
Lazer, tell them, the million views we already got that
I make crazy ass video clips and I make the headlines
I’m not here for the success, I only want my money
I never changed, I remained the same
When you succeed, they get jealous, hateful, yeah
We did everything for the G.A.N.G
Serve the men, whether young or old
Pair of Dolce, T.P.L.G T-shirt
I want me a million, like at the Paris S.G

Chorus (Moha) :
We’re not around (Oh nah)
So behind our backs, they talk shit (Oh mamama !)
Very far away from here, we’re taking a stroll (Oh no bang bang bang)
We’re doing dirt (Oh mamama !)
We remained the same from since we started rap, rap, rap
A change of obstacle-stacle-stacle
Back where we’re from, nothing has change, apart from our clothes, clothes, clothes
(Oh mamama !)
It’s not only on internet that we would like to make it to a milli-million
Milli-million, milli-million, milli-million

2nd verse (Lazer) :
Everyday I’m in les dièz (??), I’m far away from the fam’
The hustle that says “What wouldn’t I do for this damn money, for this damn money”
Weed I sell out, while waiting to make a difference
I’ve got a few dreams in mind, I’m waiting for them to come true
I’ve got few brothers in jail, that dream of visiting the islands
All over back where I’m from, I’m the prince of the town
I’m getting closer to a milli, so they want to kill me
But my head is screwed on right
Mission failed, police custody, deposit
I’ll die killed from one of my friends
Or on a motocross while ridding

Chorus (Moha) :
We’re not around (Oh nah)
So behind our backs, they talk shit (Oh mamama !)
Very far away from here, we’re taking a stroll (Oh no bang bang bang)
We’re doing dirt (Oh mamama !)
We remained the same from since we started rap, rap, rap
A change of obstacle-stacle-stacle
Back where we’re from, nothing has change, apart from our clothes, clothes, clothes
(Oh mamama !)
It’s not only on internet that we would like to make it to a milli-million
Milli-million, milli-million, milli-million

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